Word power through soul, like water through stone, carve beauty to earth.

A land in constant shift. A born remembrance.

A splintered sun. The ray of ages.

The mist of a generation. The constant clash of war.

In an hourglass of enemies, when unison finds dissonance like shots in the dark where the wildlife find it's meal.

To the fine and hungry few.

The eager among us. The fortunate few.

Found limits. Forgotten sorrows.

Slighted truths and filtered realities.

Condensed.

Abridged.

Drafted.

Called.

Stoned.

Tired.

But reborn.

Live outside.

Outside of convention. Outside of norms. Outside the status quo and arbitrary lines.

Outside their well-defined petri dish border walls. Outside of yourself and outside their expectations.

Outside in the wild and unencumbered naturesphere.

Live outside in the woods and oceans and jungles and snowfields.

Outside beyond the learned monoliths of societies adrift.

Out beyond the breakers where water weights level off.

Outside of the ticky-tack boxes on hillsides.

Outside where that sun comes from you embrace when it lights your inside spaces.